Like specks of broken ice Dancing ‘cross the sky- Soft as the music of a flute floating by- As lovely as jewels Hung up in pride, Stars hypnotize With sparkling eyes. Like the moon in the water, you can’t look away Sleep soundly at night, stars are gone by your wake. As curious as a sly fox, who always seems to slip away, stars are mysteries, Best left unsolved, anyway
The first poem I ever wrote. Blame my sixth-grade teacher for everything! :D